One day.

When I finish my work.
People will not understand.
I can't tell people that I'm being.
Faceless and scorned.

Grin and nod like a statue on acid.
Tell me that everything is going to be ok.
Tell me that I was born too soon.
Faceless and scorned.

Friend tells me that people aren't ready for me.
I was devestated.
He told me that people will abuse me.
Faceless and scorned.

Nobody taught me.
I taught myself to fear fear.
I haven't had a friend in 20 years.
Faceless and scorned.

One day.
One day I'll tell my story.
I'll write a book written in Satanic.
I'll explain why humanity made me faceless and scorned.